Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.79 · 474 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
What say you? Nay then I see how the wind sits, Come, you were sent for. My lord, we were, and willingly if we might, Know the cause and ground of your discontent. Why I want preferment. I think not so my lord. Yes faith, this great world you see contents me not, No nor the spangled heavens, nor earth, nor sea, No nor Man that is so glorious a creature. Contents not me, no nor woman too, though you laugh. My lord, we laugh not at that. Why did you laugh then, When I said, Man did not content me? My Lord, we laughed, when you said, Man did not content you. What entertainment the Players shall have, We boarded them a the way: they are coming to you. Players, what Players be they? My Lord, the Tragedians of the City, Those that you took delight to see so often. How comes it that they travel? Do they grow resty? No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont. How then? I'faith my Lord, novelty carries it away, For the principal public audience that Came to them, are turned to private plays, And to the humour of children. I do not greatly wonder of it, For those that would make mops and moes At my uncle, when my father lived, Now give a hundred, two hundred pounds For his picture: but they shall be welcome, He that plays the King shall have tribute of me, The venturous Knight shall use his foil and target, The lover shall sigh gratis, The clown shall make them laugh That are tickled in the lungs, or the blank verse shall halt for't, And the Lady shall have leave to speak her mind freely. Do you see yonder great baby? He is not yet out of his swaddling clouts. That may be, for they say an old man Is twice a child. I'll prophecy to you, he comes to tell me a the Players, You say true, a monday last, 'twas so indeed. My lord, I have news to tell you. My Lord, I have news to tell you: When Rossios was an Actor in Rome. The Actors are come hither, my lord. Buzz, buzz. The best Actors in Christendom, Either for Comedy, Tragedy, History, Pastoral, Pastoral, Historical, Historical, Comical, Comical historical, Pastoral, Tragedy historical: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plato too light▪ For the law hath writ those are the only men. O Iepha judge of Israel! what a treasure hadst thou? Why what a treasure had he my lord? Why one fair daughter, and no more, The which he loved passing well. A, still harping a my daughter! well my Lord, If you call me Iepha, I have a daughter that I love passing well. Nay that follows not. What follows then my Lord?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 937–1000 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 32 in this edition
Length
474 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.786 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T16 · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What say you? Nay then I see how the winde sits, Come, you were sent for. My lord, we were, and willingly if we might, Know the cause and ground of your discontent. Why I want preferment. I thinke not so my lord. Yes faith, this great world you see contents me not, No nor the spangled heauens, nor earth, nor sea, No nor Man that is so glorious a creature. Contents not me, no nor woman too, though you laugh. My lord, we laugh not at that. Why did you laugh then, When I said, Man did not content mee? My Lord, we laughed, when you said, Man did not content you. What entertainement the Players shall haue, We boorded them a the way: they are comming to you. Players, what Players be they? My Lord, the Tragedians of the Citty, Those that you tooke delight to see so often. How comes it that they trauell? Do they grow restie? No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont. How then? Yfaith my Lord, noueltie carries it away, For the principall publike audience that Came to them, are turned to priuate playes, And to the humour of children. I doe not greatly wonder of it, For those that would make mops and moes At my vncle, when my father liued, Now giue a hundred, two hundred pounds For his picture: but they shall be welcome, He that playes the King shall haue tribute of me, The ventrous Knight shall vse his foyle and target, The louer shall sigh gratis, The clowne shall make them laugh That are tickled in the lungs, or the blanke verse shall halt for't, And the Lady shall haue leaue to speake her minde freely. Do you see yonder great baby? He is not yet out of his swadling clowts. That may be, for they say an olde man Is twice a childe. Ile prophecie to you, hee comes to tell mee a the Players, You say true, a monday last, t'was so indeede. My lord, I haue news to tell you. My Lord, I haue newes to tell you: When Rossios was an Actor in Rome. The Actors are come hither, my lord. Buz, buz. The best Actors in Christendome, Either for Comedy, Tragedy, Historie, Pastorall, Pastorall, Historicall, Historicall, Comicall, Comicall historicall, Pastorall, Tragedy historicall: Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plato too light▪ For the law hath writ those are the onely men. O Iepha Iudge of Israel! what a treasure hadst thou? Why what a treasure had he my lord? Why one faire daughter, and no more, The which he loued passing well. A, stil harping a my daughter! well my Lord, If you call me Iepha, I hane a daughter that I loue passing well. Nay that followes not. What followes then my Lord?